Anton Krasheninnikov - Circles 

Circles
He draws circles around his feet,
And he pretends that his targets are hit.
He runs in a circle at work and at home,
Asking himself if the life is his own.
Nothing is round in real life.
What do you want?
He hates the questions, they are like a knife.
Where do you go?
Circles don't hurt, but they hold like a chain.
What is your dream?
There is a world you deserve to regain -
Ride on the stream!
He draws circles which look very nice,
But a strange feeling comes close sometimes,
Vague and weird passion to test greater role,
Freedom degrees, not degrees of control.
Nothing is round in real life
What do you want?
He hates the questions, they are like a knife.
Where do you go?
Circles can't hurt, but they hold like a chain
What is your dream?
There is a world you deserve to regain -
Ride on the stream!
Слова/Lyrics - Павел Филиппов/Pavel Filippov
Музыка/Music - Антон Крашенинников/Anton Krasheninnikov